Tag: Life

Even the tiniest thing makes me want rip everyone’s head off. My mother was sick for a couple of days and I tried to help her as much as I could. But of course she had to complain about literally everything.

This week I should have gone back to university but I wanted to take another week for myself, relax, get into the mindset of going to Venice almost everyday but people had other plans.

They asked me to do stuff, go outside of the house, go grocery shopping and more. I just wanted to have a nice morning to myself, drown in books and TV shows and not think about the imminent start of the semester.

And yesterday I found out my boss put on the internet a video of me speaking in English and introducing myself. I was literally shaking. Being on camera puts me into a vortex of straight-up misery. It is my actual nightmare and filming it gave me nightmares for days.

Things piled up on top of each other and I will explode in the forseeable future.

(FYI, It’s the highest mark. I don’t know how the other universities in the world use as a scale).

It was an oral exam about a 17th century poet, John Donne, and for some reasons Shakespeare’s King Lear.

I was such a nervous rack in the days before the exam! I had gigantic spots on my face and my back, I felt a huge weight on my chest that made breathing normally a little bit difficult.

I haven’t had the best university experience. Due to a variety of personal problems and struggles. I’ve dedicated a large portion of this blog to that and I’ll leave the links at the end of this post if you want to check them out.

But, yeah…. I did it! And I didn’t even cry! NOT FUCKING ONCE!

I wasn’t expecting such a good mark but I’m proud of myself. Yes, I’m saying it. I am proud of what I’ve accomplished.

But it has put me in a happier and more willing mood to continue my academic career even if, as Lorelai Gilmore eloquently put it, I despise academics.

I hope I’ll keep this up and I won’t fall in the spiral that brought me down last time.

Anyway… I GOT 30!!!!!!!!!!

Here is the list of all my uni related posts. Most include some sort of mental breakdown. You’ve been warned!

Frankly I’m quite impressed. Forgive me for being a bit smug but I am proud of my list.

There are still books I wasted my time on, books I read just because I had them on my digital shelf and some books I’ve read two times because of university!

For my 2018 goals, I want to read something that has meaning. Not just the first book whose cover I fancy.

For the first part of the year, I didn’t have goals or interests. I just wanted to get back into reading. But from June to December, I read books I was genuinely interested in. I’ll try to keep that up in 2018 and DNF those books I don’t like. (and yet the first book I finished in 2018 was a horrendous, stupid and idiotic chick-lit I will be removing from my memory).

Aside from that, in 2018 I’d like to read more feminist related books: essays, poetry, collections of short stories and more.

I’d like to read more books about US politics (I have my eyes on a newly released book about collusion with the russians and I’m trying to get my mom to buy it for me).

Something else I’d like to read are books with strong female protagonist, books about mental health, about racism and sexism and about characters that are different from me.

This issue has been bothering me for ages. And I don’t understand it. I literally don’t.

I borrowed the title of this post from a segment on HBO’s “Last Week Tonight”, where John Oliver tries to figure out the reason why old traditions and “things” stop exists.

Anyway, what I want to talk about is: why is there still this stupid-ass tradition of asking a girl’s father permission to marry her?

It’s not a rhetorical question, I’ll genuinely like to know.

And moreover, why are they always shoving it down our throats on TV shows?

Take the Bachelor/Bachelorette franchise: they make such a big deal out of it! Asking the father permission to marry his daughter. Utter bullshit.

Are we in the Middle Ages or the 1950s? Have we reversed to “women being properties of their fathers or husbands”?

This makes me so fucking angry. Why do we, as a society, have this belief that it is romantic? It’s not. It’s a man asking another man a question about a woman’s life without taking her into consideration.

A proposal should be about the people in the relationship, not about them and the girl’s father.

And television doens’t help this problem. But here I don’t want to talk about those. I want to celebrate those shows that do it right.

Take Brooklyn Nine Nine. This season Jake proposed to Amy in the most adorable and sweet way imaginable.

And when asked if Jake had asked Amy’s father’s permission, this is what he said:

THIS is what television should teach us.

and with that, I’ll leave you to it.

Please comment and start a discussion. I’d like to hear your thoughts.